Receptive Redemption

Where is the redemption once promised in whimsical childhood years?

The hope for complete acceptance to the blind of faith that lost such purity due to gained experience.

Why is it those purist of belief are left to grow and wither in their beliefs due to their gardeners unreliable hands?

Ones that were said to be nurturing, mentoring, and supportive. That introduce the innocence of children to rewarding and truthfully based religions.  THose hands spending time tending to their own shrivled stalks leave the pure of heart to grow thirsty for that needed truth. Waiting for the things they had devoutly based all understanding on to be shown in all actions by their care givers.

They are left wanting till green sizzles to ashen gray beneath the worlds trial filled rays. Wanting for their blindness to be shown as the safe, right, and rewarding choice they had been singularly lead to believe it to be.

After being left with no reassurance. Their redemption finds in its forgotten coming that they are no longer receptive. No longer even glancing for its approach. 

It finds that another garden has been ravaged of life due to its lack of tending and now even the gardener sees where their seed might question the faith imposed upon it. 

Redemption has been denied by the child; only to be then evaluated by the parent. Damage done to both in wait for their faiths aid having robbed them of pure hopes for their souls.